Feast of bodies in the pool

The water sparkled under the golden lights of the terrace, reflecting the lazy movement of bodies sliding through the shadows. The music, low and enveloping, pulsed in the air with the same cadence of restrained lust, a hypnotic rhythm that invited surrender.

Chlorine and expensive perfume mingled in the air, along with the subtle scent of wet skin and alcohol spilled on the edges of the pool. The night heat enveloped every whisper, every restrained gasp, every look laden with intent.

Sofia leaned over the edge, her legs submerged up to her thighs, her skin glistening in the moonlight. She was wearing a black bikini, but the top floated abandoned a few meters away, leaving her breasts exposed, hardened by the temperature and anticipation. She knew she was being watched.

On the other side, Alejandro rested his arms on the edge, the water lapping at his abs. His dark eyes devoured her without concealment. Near him, Clara and Martin kissed with a delicious laziness, their bodies intertwined, their hands running over each other under the water as if time were just an irrelevant detail.

"It's hot, isn't it?" Sofia murmured, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, teasing.

“Not enough,” Alejandro replied, moving through the water with the calm of a predator.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her up until her warm skin collided with his. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her belly.

The atmosphere around her became denser. The murmurs became broken sighs, the caresses became bolder. The sound of the agitated water mixed with the first muffled moans, and Sofia knew that there was no turning back.

Someone ran their fingers down her bare back. Unfamiliar hands, mouths claiming foreign skin, tongues exploring forbidden paths. The sensation of being everywhere and nowhere made her shudder.

Clara joined her, her wet lips capturing hers in a kiss that tasted of champagne and desire. Sofia moaned against her mouth as male hands caressed her thighs under the water, separating them with ease.

The water churned around Sofia, warm and heavy against her bare skin. The sensation of being touched everywhere at once made her arch her back, unable to decide whether to surrender or resist the maelstrom of desire engulfing her.

Clara's lips moved over hers with a lazy sensuality, a wet, deep kiss, laden with provocation. The taste of champagne still gleamed in her mouth when an unknown tongue claimed her neck, tracing a burning path from her collarbone to the curve of her shoulder. A shiver ran down her spine, but the liquid pleasure of so many hands sliding over her kept her floating between abandonment and insatiable need.

Underwater, strong hands gripped her thighs, pulling them apart with insulting ease. Sofia gasped, the sound lost among the waves of heat and the moving shadows. His fingers brushed her sex beneath the surface, first calmly, then with the firmness of someone who knows there will be no resistance.

“Relax,” a deep voice whispered next to her ear. Alejandro. She recognized him by his tone, by the way his tongue traced a slow circle around her earlobe before catching it between his teeth.

Clara's hands caressed her breasts, trapping her nipples between her fingers, pinching with expert precision that drew a breathy moan from her throat. Sofia tried to move, but two other bodies trapped her between them.

Four pairs of hands claiming her.

One of the men—Martin, perhaps—slid his mouth down to her belly, his wet lips trailing over her while his fingers still played with the entrance to her sex. Another held her from behind, resting her against his bare chest, his breathing deep and held as he nibbled slowly, right where her neck met her shoulder.

Sofia threw her head back, lost in the sensation of being devoured, of being the only offering on an altar of shared lust.

The water shuddered with them, the sound of the liquid splashing with every movement, every brush of skin against skin.

A tongue slid between her thighs, licking in a torturously slow rhythm. Sofia moaned, trying to close her legs, but the hands holding her forced her to keep them open. One of them tangled in her hair, pulling her with the same intensity with which another mouth devoured her between the waves.

—Shit… —he gasped, his voice lost in the steam, between the lips and teeth that marked his skin.

The tongue between her legs changed pace, pressing with a mastery that made her tremble. Clara clung to her face, kissing her again, as if she enjoyed watching her fall apart, as if she fed on the pleasure that coursed through her.

Long, strong fingers slid inside her, finding the exact spot that made her grip the edge of the pool, her nails marking the ceramic. Her hips began to move instinctively, following the rhythm of the tongue and the hands that held her, giving herself over to the frenzy of pleasure that enveloped her.

The sound of moving water, the intermittent gasps, the sensation of so many mouths and hands claiming her… everything made her lose herself, sink into absolute hedonism.

The muscles in her belly tightened, the orgasm washing over her mercilessly. A scream caught in her throat as her body arched, a wave of heat exploding inside her, pleasure spreading like an electric shock from the core of her being to the tips of her fingers.

Sofia felt her body still trembling, floating in the warm water as her breathing tried to return to normal. The sensation of orgasm still vibrated in her muscles, a pleasurable echo that kept her suspended between lucidity and debauchery.

Her skin was covered in wet kisses, invisible traces of mouths that had tasted every corner of her body. With her eyes half closed, she let her head fall back, the water caressing her neck, the night breeze cooling the heat of her skin.

And then he saw her.

Clara had slipped out of the water, sitting on the edge of the pool with her legs spread, her skin glistening under the golden lights of the terrace. Her hair, still soaked, fell in dark locks over her bare breasts, and her expression was that of a woman fully aware of the desire she aroused.

The men had focused on her now.

Martin knelt between her legs, sliding his lips from her knee to the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail of soft kisses and bites. Alejandro, still in the water, held her ankles, separating them with the ease of someone who expects no resistance.

Sofia watched, enraptured, as her friend abandoned herself to her caresses. Her fingers sank into Martin's hair as his tongue reached hers, and the gasp that escaped her lips was almost a sacred whisper.

How had I ended up at this party?

The question flashed through her mind in the fog of pleasure.

An invitation that had seemed like a joke at first. "An exclusive party. Discreet people. No limits, no judgments."

The message arrived in her inbox on a social network she never used much. It wasn't from a close friend, but it was from someone she had once shared a conversation with about how tedious everything had become. The routine, the predictability, the mechanical sex with partners who barely knew what they wanted.

She had said no, of course. Because she was not "that kind of person."

And yet, there it was.

Sunk in a pool where minutes before she had been worshipped by several hands, by mouths eager to devour her. Watching Clara give herself over with the same naturalness with which other women order a drink in a bar.

Her friend moaned, arching as Martin entered her with his fingers, her other hand clinging to Alejandro's wrist, who now held her neck with a possessive delicacy.

Sofia swallowed. Her own pulse quickened again as she noticed the way Clara's skin tingled with every movement, the way her parted lips seemed to utter a constant whisper of pleasure.

The other men stood around, watching like predators, certain that their turn would come soon.

And Sofia, her body still throbbing, couldn't look away.

The monotony was left behind.

The routine no longer existed.

The air was thick with desire and humidity. Sofia was still submerged up to her waist, her gaze fixed on Clara.

Her friend had become the center of attention, her naked skin shining under the dim light, her legs spread in absolute surrender. Lust enveloped her like a heady perfume, as if pleasure had transformed her into something intangible, unattainable.

But they were catching up to her.

Martin held her in his hands, kissing the inside of her thighs, taking his time before devouring her whole. He was methodical, careful, the kind of man who savored another's pleasure as if it were an art. His lips slid higher, his tongue tasting her in a slow motion, tracing circles over her wet sex.

Clara let out a broken moan, her hands gripping the edges of the pool, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

“Shit…” she gasped, closing her eyes as Martin increased the pressure, sinking his tongue deeper.

Alejandro, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He had no patience, no intention of controlling himself. He positioned himself behind Clara, his large hands surrounding her waist, caressing her possessively. His hard member slid between her buttocks with lazy movements, rubbing against her without yet penetrating her, torturing her with the promise of what was to come.

“Do you want more, precious?” he whispered against her ear, his voice husky and laden with lust.

Clara didn't respond immediately, but the way her hips moved toward him was enough.

Alejandro smiled. Martin still had her in his mouth, licking her relentlessly, while he lifted her with ease, forcing her to bend her back and be completely exposed.

Sofia bit her lip. What she saw wasn't just sex, it was something more.

Their absolute control, her complete abandonment. A perfect balance between possession and pleasure.

When had I ever seen anything like this?

The routine, the fleeting lovers, the hurried orgasms... everything seemed distant, as if it had never belonged to her world.

Martin pulled his mouth away from between Clara's legs just to look at her. His beard was wet with her essence, his tongue tracing the corner of her lips with the same intensity with which he had licked her.

“You look beautiful like this, open,” he murmured, his fingers replacing his tongue inside her, moving with expert precision.

Alejandro let out a low, dark laugh, gripping her more firmly and lining the tip of his erection up with Clara's entrance.

—Let's see how long you can last.

And then he took her.

Clara cried out in a ragged gasp as he entered her in one go, plunging all the way in with delicious brutality. Her fingers dug into the edges of the pool, her legs shaking as Alejandro began to move, slow at first, letting each thrust spread her wider for him.

Sofia felt her own sex throb as she watched Clara's head fall back, her mouth half open, her expression a mix of pleasure and madness. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her skin glistening with sweat and water, and the way she clung to them made her look completely surrendered.

Martin, still kneeling, watched the scene with a predatory smile. His hands ran over Clara's legs, up to her breasts, squeezing them greedily before leaning over them.

“You look amazing when you moan like that,” he whispered against her skin before capturing a nipple between his lips, his tongue playing with it before biting gently.

Clara moaned louder, her body shuddering with each of Alejandro's thrusts and each of Martín's sucks.

Sofia felt the water surrounding her, hot, sticky against her bare skin. Her legs were still shaking, but the desire was rekindling within her, a latent, insatiable hunger.

From her position, she saw the contrast between the men: Martín, patient, precise, with the calculating gaze of an experienced lover who enjoyed taking his time, and Alejandro, voracious, dominant, with the wild need of a man who wanted to leave his mark on every part of his prey.

And Clara… Clara was falling apart between them, her screams caught in the night as they took her relentlessly.

The sound of skin hitting skin, the heart-wrenching moans, the pure lust floating in the air… everything plunged Sofia into a trance from which she did not want to emerge.

His hands ran over his own body without him thinking twice.

The tips of his fingers brushed her breasts, went down to her belly, slid over her sex soaked by water and something darker, more intense.

When Alejandro looked at her from across the pool, his dark eyes shining with lust, Sofia understood that her turn would come soon.

The water trembled with each thrust, the reflections of the pool breaking into golden flashes and shadows that slid over the naked skin of Clara and Sofia. The moans, the splashing of the water, the sound of skin hitting skin mixed in a hedonistic symphony that enveloped the terrace.

Clara was completely trapped between Alejandro and Martín, her legs shaking as the former penetrated her with a brutal rhythm, his hands holding her waist tightly, marking her. Each thrust shook her, her back arching, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. Martín, without letting go, kept his mouth on her breast, his tongue playing with her erect nipple before biting it with precision, sending shocks of pleasure that made her shudder.

Sofia couldn't look away, her own body reacting before she could process it. The scene before her was devouring her, lighting a fire inside her that she couldn't put out.

And then she felt hands on her waist. They were firm, determined.

“Come here,” Martin whispered with a smile as he stepped away from Clara and turned to her.

Sofia did not hesitate. Or perhaps she did, but her desire was stronger than her reason.

She let herself be guided out of the water, her skin slippery and hot against the night breeze. Martin positioned her on the edge, kissing her hungrily, with the possession of a man who was not discovering her, but claiming her. His tongue was demanding, his breath hot, his hands exploring her wet skin with the eagerness of someone who already knew what he wanted.

Sofia felt his hard erection pressing against her belly, a reminder of what was to come. But before she could take control, Alejandro moved behind her, gently pushing her onto her hands and knees.

“Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with this so easily,” he murmured against her ear, his husky tone sending a shiver down her spine.

Clara, still trapped between Martin's thrusts, looked at her with half-closed eyes, a crooked smile on her lips swollen with pleasure. It was a moment of absolute complicity, of shared surrender.

And then, at the same time, they were both taken.

Alejandro plunged into Sofia with a force that made her gasp, her body giving in unresistingly to the fiery invasion. He was thick, relentless, his hardness stretching her until she trembled. His grip on her hips was firm, his fingers digging into her skin, and with each thrust he drove her farther, deeper, closer to the abyss.

Facing her, Clara moaned as Martin took her with the same intensity, his hands on her thighs, separating them further, sinking all the way in with each movement. Clara's skin glistened with sweat and water, her body trembling with each shock, with each thrust that made her lose herself more in pleasure.

Sofia felt the rhythm of the four synchronize, a perverse dance of skin and desire, of intermittent moans and mouths devouring each other in a shared frenzy.

But they were not alone.

Around the pool, others watched.

A few women, glasses of wine in hand, looked on with knowing smiles before giving in to their own pleasures with the men at their sides. Further along, a couple had begun their own game, their bodies intertwined on a lounger, whispers and gasps drifting away in the breeze.

Sofia closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the pleasure building up in her belly, Alejandro pounding into her relentlessly, his body marking the rhythm of sin itself.

"Look at me when you cum," he whispered against her ear, and when Sofia opened her eyes, she met Clara's gaze, reflecting the same desire, the same fire, the same absolute surrender.

The pace became frenetic, the shadows on the terrace projected undulating figures over the pool as bodies joined together in a shameless frenzy. Sofia and Clara, caught between strong hands, hungry mouths and slippery skin, had completely surrendered to pleasure.

Alejandro plunged into Sofia with long, deep thrusts, his erection stretching her until she trembled, his hand in her hair, pulling with just the right amount of roughness that made her moan louder. Each time he penetrated her, her belly contracted with an electric spasm of pleasure, her skin burning under the grip of fingers that claimed her with sensual violence.

Clara, just inches away from her, was pure unbridled lust, her hands clinging to Martin's shoulders as he lifted her onto his lap, bouncing her on his erection with the ease of someone who has mastered every corner of her body. Each time he lowered her onto him, a heart-rending moan came from her lips, her skin shining with sweat and desire.

—Look at me, Sofi… —Clara gasped, her mouth half open, the expression of a woman completely devoured by pleasure.

Sofia opened her eyes, her mind clouded, her lips swollen from biting them to contain her screams. What she saw broke her.

Martin sank into Clara with force, holding her waist, his thrusts making her shudder with each wet blow of skin against skin. But it wasn't just him.

Alejandro took Sofia's hand and led her to Clara, guiding her to the exact point where their bodies met.

“Touch her,” he ordered with a growl.

Sofia, caught in the delirium, obeyed without question. Her fingers brushed Clara's swollen clitoris, sliding between her friend's wetness and Martin's hardness inside her.

Clara screamed.

A long, dirty moan, her back arching, her hips pushing even harder against Sofia's hand, seeking more, wanting more.

Sofia smiled, completely intoxicated by the scene. She had never touched another woman like that, but at that moment there were no barriers, only desire.

Clara's gasps were erratic, her body shaking with each thrust, her clit throbbing against Sofia's fingers that were now massaging her in a merciless rhythm. Martin held her tightly, his mouth devouring her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair, each thrust of his making her bounce on his lap with an obscene sound.

—Like that, Sofia… harder… —Clara could barely get her words out between moans, her nails scratching Martin’s back, her breathing labored.

Sofia felt a hand on her own sex. Alejandro, without stopping fucking her with a brutality that had her on the edge of the abyss, slid his fingers over her clitoris and began to masturbate her with the same rhythm that she had on Clara.

"I want you to cum at the same time as her," he murmured against her ear.

Sofia couldn't contain her gasp. Her legs trembled, the pleasure rising in wild, intense waves. Every time Alejandro plunged into her, her entire body vibrated with the impact.

Clara clung to Sofia, her fingers digging into her arm as her orgasm swept through her with the force of a tidal wave. Her body shook violently, her sex clenching around Martin in erratic spasms, her mouth open in a wordless cry of ecstasy.

Sofia couldn't resist any longer.

The image of Clara shuddering against her, the wet rubbing of their bodies, Alejandro's hard, deep sex ramming into her mercilessly while his fingers rubbed her clit with brutal precision, everything exploded in her belly with a burst of visceral pleasure.

She came with a heart-wrenching moan, her body arching, caught in an orgasm that left her shaken, exhausted.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, of gasps and broken whispers, mixed with other more distant sounds.

All around him, the pleasure continued.

Other couples, other bodies, caught up in their own frenzy. Some in the pool, others on the loungers, some leaning against the terrace railings. Murmurs and moans filled the air, desire floating on the warm breeze.

Sofia and Clara stood there, their bodies still shuddering with the last aftershocks of pleasure. Satisfied, surrendered, but still trapped in the spiral of lust that spread around them.

Clara felt her body still trembling, caught between desire and a fleeting spark of lucidity. Her skin burned, her chest rose and fell with each labored breath, her sex still throbbed with the aftershocks of pleasure. But somewhere in her mind, between the panting and the need, a shadow crossed her thoughts.

How did I get here?

The question flickered through her head, silent, fleeting. The touch of water against her skin, the feel of Sofia’s fingers still slippery with her own wetness, Martin’s hardness inside her… it all suddenly felt more real.

It wasn't the alcohol. She had drunk, yes, but not enough to justify what was happening. She had wanted this.

But why?

The answer was there, floating on the surface of her consciousness. The suffocating routine, the tedium of predictable nights, the sex with lukewarm lovers who didn't know how to take her. She had wanted to break it all, tear away the monotony and sink into something that made her feel alive.

And I had found it here.

God…

His eyes slid to Sofia. His friend, his confidant, now a distorted reflection of his own desire. He saw her still lying on the pool, her body marked by the hands that had run over her, her lips swollen with pleasure, her expression lost in a mix of lust and surrender.

Clara felt a lump in her throat. Something like doubt, a flash of reality that threatened to break through the mist of hedonism.

But then Martin moved inside her, his hardness stretching her once more. Alejandro, not letting Sofia rest, turned her around, his mouth claiming her neck as he prepared to take her again.

And the wave of pleasure swept away any trace of doubt.

It was not the time to think.

It was time to feel.

Clara exhaled slowly, her fingers clinging to Martin's shoulders, her body giving in once again to the maelstrom of pleasure, plunging into the only abyss in which she wanted to lose herself that night.

Reason could wait.

But his wish did not.

Writing about desire without becoming crude is a challenge, but also a pleasure. I wanted to explore surrender and hedonism in an orgy story. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I'd love to know how it made you feel. I'll read you in the comments. ❤️